Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 54 54: Celestial Descent

As the destructive dragon breath swept toward him, Orson's mind raced with survival strategies.

His eyes darted to a broken bridge not far away. Escaping the boss's devastating attack seemed impossible—unless he jumped off the cliff.

It was a desperate gamble. The height alone would cost the boss 50,000 HP if it fell. For Orson, with his fragile HP pool, it would be certain death.

Without hesitation, Orson hurled himself into the abyss.

Falling...

His body plummeted through the air, and Orson began counting silently.

"Five seconds... Four seconds..."

Behind him, the terrifying green dragon breath followed relentlessly. Everything in its path disintegrated, the ground and walls cleaving apart as if struck by a divine blade. Massive boulders rained down in pursuit, hurtling toward Orson's rapidly descending form.

It was a scene of utter annihilation—no escape, no survival.

As the ground rushed up to meet him, Orson suddenly whispered:

"Ethereal Body!"

A silver radiance burst forth from his body, illuminating the cavern like a fragment of the Bright Galaxy itself, casting light across half the underground dungeon.

Damage Immunity Activated!

Fall Immunity Activated!

Impact Immunity Activated!

The green dragon breath swept through Orson's position, but eerily, it passed straight through his chest.

The boulders smashing into him disintegrated upon contact, reduced to dust in the wake of the divine power shielding him. It was as though he were under the direct protection of the gods themselves.

Orson stood unscathed in the radiant glow, clutching a broken figurine in his hand—the source of the celestial brilliance.

[Elven Queen's Effigy]

Effect: Ethereal Body – Immune to all damage for three seconds.

Orson exhaled deeply.

Even as a damaged relic, the effigy remained an invaluable divine artifact. He couldn't imagine how overpowered it would be if it were fully intact.

Above, King Mancalan hesitated. The bone dragon's sunken sockets narrowed in what could only be described as incredulity. It hadn't expected the puny adventurer to survive.

Furious, it unleashed another wave of dragon breath.

"Damn it, why is everything dragon-related in this game such a pain to deal with!" Orson spat, his annoyance bubbling over.

Bone dragons weren't true dragons. Most were undead constructs, created by powerful dark magic from high-tier dragons.

Now, with a wide arsenal of magic at his disposal, the bone dragon was nothing more than an oversized punching bag.

Orson's chain of strikes sent Mancalan from a modest half-meter height to a hundred meters in the air.

Combo Count: 200!

Judging the boss's remaining HP, Orson unleashed Quaking Stone Spikes.

A massive rock spike shot from the ground, impaling Mancalan squarely in the chest. The poor creature was sent plummeting back to earth.

"Die!"

-50,000!

The fall damage sealed Mancalan's fate. The mighty Lord-Class bone dragon was killed by sheer gravitational force.

"You have slain King Mancalan. Experience gained: 80,000!"

A system announcement boomed across the server.

"Regional Announcement: Player Orgod has astonished the world by single-handedly defeating the legendary dungeon boss [Lord-Class: King Mancalan]!"

"Rewards: Free Attribute Points +90, Skill Points +40, Reputation +20,000, Gold +100!"

The world channel went silent for three seconds.

IndomitableSolitude: "Soloed... a legendary dungeon. My god!"

ScarredBlades: "How does anyone stop this guy? We struggle with regular bosses, and he solos a Lord-Class one!"

Money Traveler: "Well, look who it is—our guild master! Damn it, he's showing off again. I bet he's reading this and grinning like an idiot."

Madman: "Bradley, stop yapping and recruit some members for the guild! I'm declaring this now—anyone with a grudge against Orgod, settle it with him. Don't target me during the war!"

Orson's eyes twitched. These two clowns never missed a chance to roast him.

Even the usually cocky big guilds like Dragon's Kiss Guild fell silent.

Challenging Orson's feat now would only invite ridicule.

Orson sighed and opened the guild chat.

"Enough chatter. I've made a list of recruits—contact them and ask if they're interested."

Granting Bradley and Madman vice leader privileges, he sent them a carefully curated list of ten names.

Bradley: "Wait, you're inviting a Level 10 priest? You're joking, right?"

Orson: "No. These ten are non-negotiable. Handle the rest however you want."

The list comprised low-level, seemingly unremarkable players. But Orson knew their potential—they would become the backbone of Godslayer.